HA asks us to think about privilege for Tuesday’s poetry prompt at d’Verse
Super Mom
As her hot-flashes began
to roar in the sheets,
catcalls quieted in the streets.
One day it happened:
a young man offered her his seat,
and she took it, grateful
to rest her aching feet.
Some days, she’ll sit in the back
of the bus, silent and unnoticed
but vigilant, watching for trespassers,
scanning wandering hands,
listening for threats and taunts.
She is aware of her power:
a white woman, of a certain age,
slightly matronly,
with no fucks to give,
and the will to step in.
This reminds me of Madame Beauvoir’s observations on the matronly figure, both the powers & the limitations that women have to face in the progression of a lifetime.
A very interesting poem.
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That was much of what I was trying to get at. There can be some privilege lost with age, but so much power gained, too.
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I love the balance between the strength and the vulnerability… the changes that also build confidence to intervene…
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Thank you – I try to use my Mom Voice for good.
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i have sat on all those sections on the bus, soon will be moving to the back and watching as you have written
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